dscn2779Sleep is so wonderful.  Doesn’t Munch look peaceful?  I enjoy me some sleep everyday.  I love it.  However, this love affair is really cutting into who I want to be.  I wish I could say I am one of those really active people who doesn’t sit still.  Those people, and you know who you are, must get a lot of stuff done.  Not me.  I just don’t possess a huge amount of energy.  So me and sleep get along well.

Right now I am losing the battle with getting up early to enjoy the solitude of the morning.  Doesn’t that sound wonderful?  Enjoy the solitude of the morning.  Enjoy the sunrise.  Enjoy the birds singing.  Enjoy some alone time to be one with myself.  Enjoy some time to get stuff done.  This all sounds so rewarding to me, but I can’t seem to get my butt out of bed.  It’s that illogical, half asleep brain that talks me out of it every day.  “Oh, you should sleep more, you have a lot to get done and you don’t want to be tired.”  “You were really up too late last night, you better sleep in.”  “It isn’t even light out yet.  It’s not normal to get up now.  Go back to sleep.”  “Ugh, grunt, hmf, snort, sleep….”

I read a good article on Zen Habits about getting up early.  Sounds easily applicable, but not for me.  Each day its a struggle.  Maybe writing about it here will help give me some inspiration.  I need to break off this relationship now.

Dear Sleep,

You are a necessary and much loved part of my life.  But my life is taking on a new direction and I think we need a little space.  I will still visit often, but you must understand when I need to leave you.  Please stop with the drama of trying to pull be back in.

Thank you Sleep for all you have given me and I hope our new relationship is one we will cherish for a long, long time.

Sweet In the Middle

Anyone have any suggestions?  Maybe my illogical, half asleep brain will remember them tomorrow morning.



Have I come full circle?  I am, I was a trial attorney working as a criminal prosecutor before Munch arrived.  Last night I dreamt that poor Dora the Explorer was on trial and I was prosecuting her.  I had a bigger than life size cut out of her and her actual evil cape in hand.

I was thrown into the trial at the last moment.  I had co-counsel, but she was brand new and didn’t know anything.  “Have you read the beginning of the story?” I asked her.  “No.”  she replied.  So as I’m walking into the small courtroom, I was reading the beginning of the story which consisted of the origins of Dora and some jewel.  Oh boy!

Then as we took our seats in the very small courtroom the judge, whom I think was the misdemeanor judge that I had worked with in my past life, wanted us to all blow our whistle.  A small surge of panic rose up through my chest as I couldn’t locate the whistle.  How could I forget it?  Now for those of you who have never attended a criminal trial, we don’t use whistles.  The surge of panic, however, is very common in criminal trials.  Now in my dream blowing the whistle was something to be expected from this judge.   I found my co-counsel’s whistle and handed it to her.  The whistling was coming across the room in a “wave” format, but the first person never stops as the next person joins in.  In the nick of time as the “wave” came to me, I found my whistle.  I made a mental note to put the whistle on a cord to where it around my neck for the next trial.

It really should have been Swiper the fox on trial.  I can’t imagine what Ms. Dora could have done.  I did not see Boots, Tiko, Benny Isa, Backpack, Map or the Fiesta Trio in attendance.  No, I never saw Ms. Dora at counsel’s table.  No, I have no idea what she did.  I like Dora and Munch loves her.  What does this say about me?  Too much Dora?  Yes.  A little lost love for my past life?  Yes.

All you ever wanted to know about Dora the Explorer can be found here:


You can play “Where’s Waldo?” with our cat, Belly?  Fun for those lazy, warm afternoons.


Can you find her?

Let me help a little….


Do you see her?  She is black with brown and her little green eye is looking up at you?  “Hey, what are you looking at?  Can’t a cat find some peace around here?”

Still can’t find her?

Let me help a little more….

dsc_00051Now do you see that little eye?

“Hello Belly!”


She’s up.


She’s on the move.


Bye Belly!

“Hmpf, maybe I will try under the deck.”


Your mind is an instrument, a tool. It is there to be used for a specific task, and when the task is completed, you lay it down. As it is, I would say about 80 to 90 percent of most people’s thinking is not only repetitive and useless, but because of its dysfunctional and often negative nature, much of it is also harmful. Observe your mind and you will find this to be true. It causes a serious leakage of vital energy.

Eckhart Tolle


june-july-4-08-087What’s my fascination with all these bugs?  I have pictures of many different little creatures.  They are just so strange and scary!  Ugh…  I don’t know what it is, but is sure is creepy.  Looks like he’s armored up to go into battle.

This guy was on my back porch.  Anyone know what it is?  Does it bite?  Does it spit deadly venom?  Its hard to sit back there when I know such creepiness exists, but I try to put it out of mind.  The view sometimes helps.





Big, beautiful, wondrous creature
Your eyes so intense
Your stature so immense

Big, beautiful, wondrous creature
Your presence in tranquility
Your essence in stability

Big, beautiful, wondrous creature
My hand in quivers
My heart in shivers

Big, beautiful, wondrous creature
My life has been forever touched
For I could never love you too much





dsc_00175Awww.  Good ole fashion fun.

I guess its good ole fashion fun.  Well, actually probably not.  I guess it was more like good ole fashion back breaking work for farmers.  How ingenious to open up your farm so the buyers come pick the berries themselves.  Cut out that middle man.  And these crazy city folk really enjoy searching for that perfect strawberry, gently pulling on the stem and plopping it into their basket.


The strawberries are delicious.  I was worried that we had picked too many and they would go to waste, but they are almost gone 2 days later.


That night Hubs stopped by the local grocery store and saw cartons of strawberries for like 1/8th   the price.  (1/8th? Well, I don’t know because I don’t do math but like way a lot less – way!)  Oh well.  We had fun and the berries really were the best.


Stay tuned for Blackberry season in May.